And the moon knocked on the doors of the darkness.
"Let me come in!"
He answered "no".
And the moon knocked where there was silence.
But a coarse voice said:
"It's not time anymore".
Therefore she opened wide the windows of the wind and left
to search a bit further down (for) something to do.
After having cried a bit
because of another "no",
for another "no"
that the sea told her,
that the sea told her.
And the moon knocked on a pair of sunglasses.
That look did not notice her.
And so she tried at a pool party.
Without an invitation not even the moon is allowed.
Therefore she tumbled on champagne and caviar and left
to search a bit further down (for) something to do.
After having cried a bit
because of another "no"
for another "no" from a waiter.
And so down, almost by chance.
Closer to the sidewalks
where what you see is true.
And so down, without knocking.
In between the eyebrows of a child
to be able to fall asleep.
And so down, among rags and love.
Where luck is a luxury
there is a need for the moon.
And so down....